Utinnis and Bikinis (Wide open)

[Kiyron]

@Bsssk
Gear: MX-1 sniper rifle, MKII bolter rifle, two Jack-knife pistols, durasteel armor, vibroblade
Kiyron cursed as a stream of something arced his way through his air. He hit the jetpack, its blast launching up and away backwards from the blast. What even was that? He landed on the far side of the roof as the side he had been on was encased in carbonite. Good thing he had avoided that then. He smiled beneath the helmet. Someone else had been purchasing from some of the same sources he had. Kiyron had two jack-knife pistols from the same company holstered on his hips. Very clever. But someone with that sort of weapon couldn't be allowed to be roaming free in this battlefield. He had to be taken out. He'd gotten a glimpse of the target as well.

Time to get involved. He activated the jetpack again, flying back over the now carbonite frosted roof and scanned the crowd. There he was. Kiyron raised the sniper rifle to his helmet and settled it on his head. Something was a little off though, with the air. He frowned. An energy shield of one sort or another. That would make the pistols rather unhelpful. He landed on the top of another building, dropping to a crouch. How to go about this? That armor, if it was similar to its original appearance, would be very difficult to punch through, especially combined with the energy shield. The best bet was probably the bolter. He disassembled the sniper rifle and replaced it in its case and unslung the bolter.

He slipped a magazine into place with a click and rested it against his shoulder, aiming towards the Trandoshan. He squeezed the trigger three times. Three shells were launched at slightly different trajectories. Each one would detonate upon impact with anything, exploding in a one meter blast radius, and throwing shrapnel for up to three meters.

After this, he'd have to consider carrying around ion weapons as well. He activated they jetpack once more and dropped to a lower, less exposed roof, landing lightly.

 

[The Angry Cheese]

Location: Rooftop near the slave auction
Objective: Figure out where he stands in what all is going on
Allies: None as of yet
Enemies: None as of yet, partially affiliated with the Jen'ari Empire

And, of course the Galactic Alliance had to overextend their reach on things far less important than the Sith... Sure, slavery is unpleasant, but mass genocide is far worse. And, like it or not, the GA and their allies are losing against the Sith. As long as they can make a deal with the Hutts and other non-Sith for peace, maybe even an alliance, they could possibly defeat the Sith in a conventional war. But right now, they are doomed to lose. And Tracinya knows of the power of the dar'jetii from first hand experience.

I've fought alongside and against dar'jetii on several occasions before. I know that if they want to win, they need to stop fighting each other and focus on the dar'jetii.

But, for now, he'll just observe the fighting going on, and confront whoever is more likely to hire him. Probably one of the slavers or Hutt Cartel members... As long as its not an actual Hutt...

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Devorian Slave Auction
Objective: Not be killed by a drunkard with a temper
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Dax Ragnar"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Lord Mythos"]

The energy released from the sword smacked against a force barrier put forward close to Mythos. That was the problem with Sith Swords, they telegraphed intent for the well tempered and controlled, allowing them to assume their own control. Glowing red, intent on destruction, Gabriel merely put forward a barrier to stop the arc before it could spread out to the bystanders. Something signified by the outward held hand. Half offensive, half defensive, his eye ticked as he looked towards the man.

"I helped make that Rudis for you...it wont serve you here." He said somberly, with a tilt of his head. He couldn't stop this apprentice of Animus but perhaps the splash back of the energy from the offensively used barrier might be enough to distract him, get him out of Chevu's mind. And just then, the red haired woman, bare foot, joined the fray. Like a cat on the prowl, she moved with a dancers grace across this battlefield, eyes cast to the enemy and then to the ignited lightsaber in Gabriel's hand. She padded and then pawed at the weapon and Gabriel shifted his eye sight to the enemies, extinguishing the blade, handing it over.

He looked towards Chevu as the woman spoke, before turning his head back to the enemies. His power swelled, taking over for the disadvantage he now had for lack of a weapon. The force would be his weapon now. "Perhaps...but I wont abandon this. Not yet." He said, eyeing Mythos. The red head did indeed have a profound power emanating from her. But in this battle, they would now have the numbers advantage. Even if he was without a lightsaber. He had a knowledge of these enemies, their tactics. And the polarization to the lightside emboldened his more neutral powers, scales tipped in their favor.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Above the Slave Auction

Objective: Clear the way to evacuation

Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Agamemnon"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

Enemies: Hutt Cartel / Sith - [member="Varro Shatterstar"] | [member="Bsssk"] | [member="Tadietti Tann"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Vinskk Revamp"]

Tionne came through his cockpit via the speaker system on his inboard com, and he nodded as he glanced to the side, out over the terrain below to see tendrils of smoke rising from the slave ring and auction site.

”Got it, just be careful and get up as quick as you can.”

The Cartel fighter was now the prey, Dax behind skimming over the surface of the planet and riding high as a winding dog-fight took place between the two. It was like both were waiting for the other to make a mistake; that mistake came when the Cartel craft stayed low and Dax went high giving him prime view over the flight path.

Squeezing the trigger on his controls, the X-Wing spat crimson blasts down onto the Cartel craft in a nosedive manoeuvre. The enemy fighter dove violently into the ground, spinning and kicking up debris and flame as it barrel rolled over and over before coming to a smouldering stop. Dax grinned and silently cheered, but there was no time to party. The fleet had to move and move quick before more fighters came.

”This is Dax Ragnar to all Alliance fleet – move in for evacuation and make it fast. Repeat, move in for evac and send escort fighters.”

He circled around, passing by the flaming craft as he glanced up at the sky, waiting for signs of the evac drop ships to break through where the others were fighting to get out and get out alive.

 

[Armand Temi]

"Ahchurk," spat Aava, sounding as though she had coughed up a hairball. "Sorry Vinskk. I'll go see to it that my colleague knows who is in charge from now on."

Sithspit! That was her kill. What was the pretty human thinking?!?

The Zygerrian followed him out of the cantina, hot on his heels. For some reason, she was filled with overwhelming relief upon being outside again. Aava realized her hands were trembling as she still held the knife. After a couple of wary glances on the street, she tucked her knife back into her belt.

"What was that all about, Pateesa? You trying to undermine me?"

[member="Thorn"] [member="Vinskk Revamp"]

 

[The Angry Cheese]

Soon, he rockets back upwards, getting himself a better view of a good portion of the city. With his rangefinder lowered and activated, he scans everything that he possibly can, noticing something of a rarity...

Is that a Zygerrian? Kriff, it is a Zygerrian, and maybe with good pay!

He immediately shoots off in [member="Aava Sasithorn"]'s direction, only having to wait for maybe a minute before he arrives at her position, rapidly lowering to the ground and deactivating his jetpack as he crosses his arms to regard her. She seemed slaver-like enough, of course. And with that knife in her hand, albeit trembling, he knows that she will do the dirty things herself, like a truly strong woman. Tracinya can respect that.

"You may want to know, aruetii, that there is a slave escape happening a few blocks from here. Its the Galactic Alliance, and I think they're making off with the Hutt Cartel's slaves."

 

[Bsssk]

Streaking fire hitting home on FFE’s enforcer come Lieutenant. Bolter shots from a high ground position had him ranged and at a disadvantage, two of his men were just blown to pieces, the third crawling away for cover and taking snap shots at Kiyron. Unfortunately for the large Trandoshan target his Echani shield generator did nothing to stop the explosive that hit him square in the shoulder, as it reflected energy only, and he barreled right over painfully.
Thankfully this new armor, based on the already tough commando armor, was pretty hardy all things considered, but if you’ve ever been hit by a projectile, especially a frelling bolter, you’ll know that the bruises below your armor, the broken or fractured bones are all too real, and Bsssk had taken a nasty blow to the right side of his chest. Forced to rip off his helmet to remove the broken crystal glass from his face, his primary shield generator just wrecked, he switched on the backup and looked up.

With a gnashing of teeth and growling he batted the nearest GA trooper running up with the butt of his carbonite rifle, breaking it and the man in almost a literally two. Drawing two pistols from his hip, the screaming three round bursts of concussive fire from each weapon, shrieked out toward Kiyron, blasting out chunks of roofing as they hit the surface around him.

The large Trandoshan was a bigger target down here, he couldn’t reach the slaves with the Jedi blocking him, only the stragglers, grabbing one of them as a human shield and beginning to walk toward the door, there was no honor here, the merc didn’t have time for it. For Kiyron however he spared no fire, arm around the hostage, Bsssk painfully walked toward the exit blasting away until one weapon was dry, then swapping hands for the other. His head however, though still shielded, now was exposed.

[member="Kiyron"]

With the internal troubles of the hutts on his mind, he'd backed the wrong side, a sadly all too often fatal mistake.​

 

[Judah Lesan]

"Undermine you, I'm trying to keep you from selling out to a group that can't see the value in every life. It's a waste of profit to kill product, and you'd do that to get a job? I'm not working for you yet, not until you actually get us a contract."

Rathe was frustrated. The feline was willing to work for the Hutt's no matter the cost, and while he thought he could be okay with that, he wasn't. There were certain principles the Hapan still fought for. Clearly the Hutt Cartell was not the place for him, even if he didn't have to deal with them directly. There were other places though, and if she'd deal in different cargo, Thorn knew of where they could find quick work.

"Look, I have an idea, but you might not like it. If you'll deal in a different kind of cargo I can get us both work that don't requires us to kill someone as part of the job application..."

Thorn let the idea float out there, all the while he never stopped moving while carrying the Twi'lek he'd knocked out with the dart. She was going to wake up with a headache, but she'd be alive. Thorn would let her go once she woke if that's what she wanted, her freedom. His steps stopped as a Mandalorian approached, and as usual, only included the Zygerrian. Was Thorn invisible today? Did no one realize he was with Aaya? Maybe he'd let it bother him later, but for now, it seemed someone was offering work of some kind. Well, it was information at least.

"What do you want to do?"

[member="Aava Sasithorn"] [member="Tracinya be Gra'tua"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: Slave pits
Objective: Fight Sith
Allies: [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"] [member="Lord Mythos"]

With one smooth movement the Sith deflected her bolt of energy with his saber, and unrelenting the Mirialan Jedi Marshal geared up for another attack on her dark-sided foe. Her mental defenses were woefully underprepared for what the Sith did next. His dark presence pressed into her mind, and sifted through it, rifling through her knowledge. She'd meant to assail the man with a telekinetic burst aimed to blow him away from her, but suddenly, she stopped. She found herself transported to a completely different setting, a lavish palace, alone, with no Tionne or Gabriel.

The untested Mirialan Knight had no experience fighting against Sith illusions. To her addled mind, the vision seemed as real as the slave pits. She stood with her her lightsaber in a defensive position, angled across her body, but whipped her head left and right, trying to make sense of her strange new location.

"Master Thanewulf? she cried out, terrified, hoping that her allies were also with her somewhere in the palace.

"Gabriel?"

 

[Mythos]

Location: Slave Action Chaos.
Allies: [member="Darth Rapax"]
Enemies: Absolutely everything else.
Objective: Not get Dead.

Lord.... the title brought baggage. It was now Mythos began to see the true spectrum of his reputation unfold before his eyes like a lavish novel or a heroic tale explaining the truth.... he was known throughout the galaxy. The Blast of contained energy pushed him back several inches as his boots colored a black skid mark in the boning stone floor, he cracked a smile that soon faded upon the words of the stranger.

"You?" His hand relaxed in his grip as he tilted his head in confusion. Who was this man? He claimed to have helped craft a blade made for him by the Dark Lords themselves, the warriors who had shaped the one sith into the glorious empire he now represented... and would die for. Then why was he standing against him? Everything made less sense by the passing minute. Just when he was about to continue his line of questioning he felt the presence of someone powerful very close by and against his better judgement he glanced to his right ignoring the cascade of blaster fire and explosions.

His eyes were treated to the perfect image of [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]. Mythos instantly forgot about the immediate pending danger and the sense of dread that emanated from the stranger and focused on the unique sight of the woman who approached them. She did indeed look out of place, Mythos' eyes glimmered with an undeniable sense of desire and curiosity yet he spoke no words, no words would do justice at all...

She beckoned the light saber from the stranger and Mythos' eyes traced back to him, the shadow of a smile playing around the corer of his lips. He did not expect such a warrior to simply hand over his weapon yet he did... Mythos was not surprised. The way she moved told him she commanded authority and power, suddenly that assumption was made clear to him as a wave of Lightsided energy burst out of the woman like a tidal wave of sunlight and fire. Mythos' eyes narrowed as he scanned her from head to toe and nodded in approval.

"Entertained? No, this is daily business to me. " Mythos said with a chuckle. He took a step closer to the lady but stopped as he heard the distinctive sound of aerial combat, something he knew more than almost anything in the galaxy. His gaze never parted hers, a calm visage and a charming disposition made for courtship not combat adorned his face, his rudis went back to it's sheath in a show of confidence and trust. "Lord Mythos, at your service" He said with a short bow of his head closing his eyes like the naboian court demanded. She was familiar, yet he would never pin down the fact she looked like the paintings he had seen in Nabooian museums at early youth.

He held up a single finger as if to ask for a single moments consideration before continuing with their conversation and his hand went to his ear activating his earcom. "Millennial this is Mythos, it appears we have troubled skies in my position, scramble the blades"

As soon as he finished he shut off the com not waiting for a reply. Surely they would not expect a lord of the sith to travel around freely without the power of sith forces somewhere close? The Skies would be awash with a few squadrons sith fighters for the rebels to have some fun with in a few minutes, darting off from the hangars in Atrisian frigates not too far away. His attention turned instantly back to the lady who stood before him, her beauty undeniable in this galaxy... or in any galaxy far far away"What is your name? if i may be so bold as to ask and you would be so kind as to answer"

Charm... Women... it would be the death of him one day.

[member="Chevu Visz"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]

 

[Rapax]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Objective: Time to skin a jedi alive
Allies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Agamemnon"] @Dag Ragnar

She would hear no one but the sound of lava as it moves through the rocks and sizzles and bubbles. Shed see strings appear as links to different parts of her mind from her training as a jedi to her personal life the strings where endless and then she would hear the sith she was fightings voice but not see where he is yet. "Your mind is quite a interesting world...little Chevu....such a nice name.... young, Loyal.....And quite the martial artist....honest kind and good at heart....these are the boons that define you...however...Ah there it is...emotions drive your sheltered self.....you where a fool to leave your mind open to me and now i will show you the price for such recklessness."

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: Slave Action Chaos.
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"], sort of
Objective: A fair exchange

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSH-_ScN6G0​

So, he was royalty after all, final confirmation coming from the way he voiced his demands. The way he adressed spoke volume of his upbringing, his manners an impeccable testament to a childhood spent in court. She closed the short distance between them and began spiralling inwards towards the king of Atrisia like a sly fox circling a quail's nest she was about to ravage. Her eyes never left his, but her mind was elsewhere. They were vastly outnumbered, with very slim odds of living to see another day. Chevu's impatience would incurr high costs, but Thanewulf apparently had something she could trade.

"I am Tionne of Hapes." she presented herself, going by her mother's lineage. She was technically Hapan, as offspring of Hapan women and human men were genetic copies of their respective mothers. Hundreds of thousands of years of matriarchate had imprinted themselves in the genes.
"That is all you need to know, for now."
She glanced around at all the commotion, but remained calm and composed. The hilt of her saber lay idly in the hand, with no intention of being used. Her attuned senses told her this man was in charge of this bestial menagerie. His Force signature was compelling, literally causing a sensory overload to the point of intoxication.

"I am here to offer you a deal you will not be able to refuse." continued the woman, and extended her hand towards the stage, lifting the dirty white cloak she was clad in while on stagand hovering it over the room and right into her hand. Soon, her skin was covered with a drape of silken fabric, obscuring her curves from plain sight. The hilt of her saber disappeared under the cloak.
"The slaves, the two Jedi - male and the Mirialan, clear skies and safe passage out of Hutt space. Call off your hounds." she said in a suggestive tone, then placed a hand onto Mythos' armoured chest - "In return, I walk out of here with you. More than a fair deal."

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Above the Slave Auction

Objective: Clear the way to evacuation

Allies: Galactic Alliance - [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Agamemnon"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

Enemies: Hutt Cartel / Sith - [member="Varro Shatterstar"] | [member="Bsssk"] | [member="Tadietti Tann"] | [member="Darth Rapax"] | [member="Vinskk Revamp"]

Completing another routine flight around the perimeter, the Cartel craft still smoking in the ground a few dunes over, Dax kept his eye on the ground and on the radar.

”Come on, come on,” he muttered.

He took the T-70 down a little and then saw it in front of him in the atmosphere; a large ship from the scope on the radar and approaching at a steady pace with smaller fighters escorting. Dax's eyes went side and he cursed, banking hard to get around to the slaver auction. As if on cue, from the rear, a number of Alliance ships started to make their approach from the skies.

”Evac on route, but I spy with my little eye what looks like Cartel reinforcements from the North coming fast - hurry whatever you're doing and get out of there before they get here!”

The S-foils were locked in attack position and Dax began to form a plan of attack and defence in his head.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

Location: Devorian Slave Auction
Objective: Not be killed by a drunkard with a temper
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Dax Ragnar"], [member="Tionne Thanewulf"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Rapax"], [member="Lord Mythos"]

Diving into Chevu's mind, uninvited, was likely the fastest way this knight could go to the straight bottom. Gabriel was defensive towards the Mirialan and he knew that, finding himself somewhere between needing to trust her and her own abilities and wanting to make sure she was safe. But having known the touch, many times before, and having a certain attachment to this woman, he would be more than capable of rendering this power null and void. Seeing that Animus was being handled by words he couldn't seem to comprehend, far too focused on the predicament of Chevu, he walked over quietly and placed his fingers against the temple of Chevu. She had been in his mind, now he would help her escape her own.

His voice would echo out into the darkness, resonating against such lavish halls, breaking up the influence of Darth Rapax.

"Chevu..." He said as he exerted himself and his presence, forcing the presentation of the world and room to switch over to open fields of tundra grass. Wind running gently over the rolling hills, blue sky filled with peaceful presentations of clouds meandering across the sky. If Chevu even focused, she might see children running in the distance, a place where snow may have thawed during an unusually hot day. "Chevu...this is dream. Wake up."

For a figure such as this Sith Knight, he wouldn't be able to combat the power of a master. Especially one that had been contending with mental powers his entire life. Where he once was fatigued, purpose emboldened him along with a heaping serving of protectiveness. He pressed hard, with his force presence, to push the Sith Knight out and bring Chevu back into the fold of the real world, back to him.

 

[Kiyron]

@Bsssk

Kiyron didn't respond to the impact of the rounds. He didn't need to. Instead, he analyzed them. A secondary shield. This Trandoshan was very well equipped and funded. Not many could afford armor like that, two shield generators, and all those weapons. Kiyron certainly couldn't. Then came the sonic tensor blasts blowing holes in the rooftop and he jetted up again, aiming for a different rooftop, screaming straight across the battlefield to cut off the Trandoshan's escape. Then one of the sonic blasts detonated too closely, throwing off the jetpack and sending him down to the ground. He reached out with his cybernetic arm and grabbed a roof, fingers biting into the building and slowing him down. Not much, as he still slammed into the ground, knocking the wind out of him and bruising his ribs.

He shot to his feet, reaching to bring the bolter up to his shoulder again. Where was it? He scanned the battlefield. Too far away to dash for at the moment and his jetpack was busted. Perfect. He drew out his own two pistols. The same ones the Trandoshan was using, in fact. Then he ducked into the doorway and fired off a round, sending three blasts towards the Trandoshan. Not directly, but to hit the ground near his feet. Try to separate him from the hostage. Then move in for the kill.

 

[Bsssk]

Location: Inside the Auction Courtyard, Edges.
Mission: Get the hell out of there.

Seeing a satisfying hit gave him something to take his mind off the burning in his chest. Bsssk was the weapon manufacturer FFE's main handler, he got all the best gear either free or at bargain discounts, well after failing today, and the hutts falling, that was likely a thing of the past. Realising he was in danger of being boxed in here, he pulled the twi’lek in his large arms ahead of him giving the other less of an angle to shoot at.

Bsssk knew his weapons, and powerful as Kiyron's were, they were subject to some collateral damage this close in, bolters and jacknives both.

“Throw down your gun, or ssss’she gets’ssss it.” That was the last straw for the slave, who elbowed cracked his jaw, not enough to dislodge his large bulk, but before he could do much Kiyron’s shots below his feet staggered him, dirt and metal flung up in toward Bsssk, hitting his already cut face. It gave the hostage a break, and she ran off over to Kiyron who she saw as her savior today.

Moving behind a large stone pillar for cover, back to it, the Trando checked his clip. One weapon all but dry, the other on half charge, he primed a cryoban grenade, and lobbed it towards Kiyron's doorway. FFE loved their cryo weaponry, like carbonite it would freeze whatever it touched but unlike carbonite it did by painfully absorbing heat in a blue discharge across the ground and walls..

“Your move ssssss.” Taking another snap shot, a single three round burst towards Kiyron as he hopefully tried to run, behind him Noghri commandos were holding their own, but almost all the rest of his crew were being picked off one by one, and he was running out of toys.

[member="Kiyron"]​

 

[Rapax]

Location: Devaronian slave auction near FFE’s headquarters
Objective: Time to skin a jedi alive
Allies: [member="Varro Shatterstar"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Tionne Thanewulf"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Agamemnon"] [member="Dax Ragnar"]

He plucked at a few of her techniques already before he felt the incredible power of another force him out of her mind...he snarled a little when he was thrown out but no matter...he got a few things before the other jedi came to the rescue. He waited to see what the new jedi would do first if it was combat rapax knew he wasn't ready to face him and another jedi at the same time yet...which annoyed him he had to grow and become stronger one day no Jedi will stand against him but that day wont be today.

 

[Armand Temi]

The Zygerrian looked at Thorn and then back at the Mandalorian who suddenly hovered into view, lowering himself to the ground with his jet pack. With the Twi'lek hanging limply over the human's shoulder, and Aava waving around her knife, ready to slit a throat... they were nothing than a pair of common criminals. But I'm not petty gangster, thought Aava. And Thorn wasn't either. She thought the Mando was a bounty hunter, but he made no move to attack. In fact, he warned them of slaves escaping not too far from where they stood.

You are better than this, she thought, glancing back at the dingy cantina, teeming with lizard scum. You are a Zygerrian, Aava. Ambitious and proud, yes, but not a criminal!

She nodded at Thorn and smirked. "You have a level head, I'll give you that." Wiping her hands on her tunic, she said, "You've peaked my curiosity. Get rid of the tailhead somehow, and show me what you have in mind."

[member="Thorn"] [member="Tracinya be Gra'tua"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Well at least the Zygerrian had a dose of common sense. One thing had to be remedied, introduction. Thorn set the Twi'lek down on a bench near by, and removed the slaver shock collar and gave it to Aaya.

"I'm Rathe Thorn by the way, and if you want, the Galactic Alliance sometimes employes spacers to smuggle and salvage for them, under the table, off the record so to speak. It isn't the same riches spages get you, but less killing, and a higher life expectancy rate."

Thorn eyed the Mando to see what he would do. We're they all looking for work? If they were they had to agree on what they were doing. If not then it was time to get moving. Aaya and Thorn had to get out of there before the lizards started tailing them. This led to an important question that Thorn had for Aaya.

"Do you have a ship?"

[member="Aava Sasithorn"] [member="Tracinya be Gra'tua"]

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Bsssk"]

Kiyron ducked into the building as the the Twi'lek rushed pack and he pushed her farther inside away from the door. "Get beneath the table!" He leaned out and fire another salvo, this time aiming the pistol directly at the Trandoshan. Then the grenade came his way, the small object bouncing and rolling closer to him. Blast it. Not enough room to really dodge it. He ducked forward and kicked it back towards towards the Trandoshan and then dove back beneath the building, peeking out one more time to fire another barrage.

Then he unslung the sniper rifle case and assembled it as quickly as he possibly could, hands darting back and forth to connect all the pieces and make sure everything was working again. That was better. Now he had a proper weapon again until he could retrieve the bolter. He went back to the doorway and leaned out for a moment. He raised the rifle to his shoulder, sighted towards the Trandoshan's head and squeezed the trigger. No sound or recoil, but the small pellet was magneically accelerated to high speeds and launched out of the barrel.